So?

I guess you want to know more about our baby?!? Has the suspense been killer? I try to be dramatic. You know what would be even more dramatic? If I wrote a really long post and never said one way or the other if Jellybean is a boy or girl. Heehee... That would just be mean, wouldn't it? So, what color is my little Jellybean? Sit back and let me tell you a story of how my 20 week ultrasound went.

It all started off on the wrong foot anyway. My OB's office is right next to the hospital I'll be delivering at, so my OB scheduled the ultrasound there. Her office was supposed to send the prescription over. Well, it turns out that there are two places at the hospital to do ultrasounds. I was never told which one I was to go to. So I went to the closest one and it turns out that no one ever received my prescription! So I walked back over to my OB (luckily just across the street), got it, and came back. (All the while, I have a full bladder because you're supposed to be able to see the baby better. Basically, now I'm in pain and grouchy as anything.) After about 45 minutes, we get to where we should be and the ultrasound technician sees us. Her name is "Taz."

Let me take a brief moment to tell you about "Taz." Apparently Taz had a really bad last ultrasound where the future parents were very disappointed about their baby's gender. The baby was healthy but they were hoping for someone else. I can't really imagine being told you have a healthy child and then being upset that the child wasn't the "right" sex. How could anyone be like that? Anyway, this really upset Taz and she began her ultrasound very guarded. She also was a low-talker and had an accent that was extremely hard to understand.

Taz began the ultrasound without even showing me the screen. At this point, after getting her crazy negative vibes and having to pee so bad and having all kinds of issues just getting to the right place, I was seriously pissed. This went on for the first HALF of the ultrasound. Poor Tim. He was trying so hard to smooth my feathers, to watch the screen without making me more jealous of his vantage point, and most importantly, to talk to our obnoxious ultrasound lady and reassure her that we just want to see and get to know our kid! I guess she finally figured out, after about 25 minutes, that I was seriously angry and that if I wasn't going to cooperate, then neither would the baby. (Jellybean and I are already a tag-team.) Taz finally angled the screen a little better so that if I craned my neck, I could see a bit. Not a perfect solution, but we decided to cooperate.

Things went better after that. It was still a REALLY long ultrasound and I still had to pee and I now had a new issue, a crick in my neck, but at least it was cool to see our baby swallowing and moving and blood-pumping and all. Taz still didn't clue us in to what our baby's gender was, regardless of our reassuring her that we were thrilled either way. We just wanted to know what color onesies to buy. About an hour into the exam, she finally said, "Well I don't see a penis, so I guess it's a girl." Huh?!? "I guess" is not an answer. We asked her if she was pretty sure and she said she was. So, a girl! Although that was pretty anticlimactic, we were happy because now I'll have someone to play Barbies with and I already have tons of girl clothes from a library patron-friend of mine. Also my good friend Ann has all kinds of great girl stuff she wants to give me (she has twin girls). And little Emma will have a girl cousin about the same age difference away from her as I am with my big sister (Emma's momma)! All these things are going through our head.

As we are thinking about all the cool things about having a girl, Taz says to us "Oh. Wait a minute. What's this?" Huh?!? I am starting to become an emotional basket case on the exam table. Taz wasn't sure if she was seeing the umbilical cord or what. Tim and I are really getting mad that we have such an awful ultrasound technician. And finally Tim says why don't you go and get the radiologist. Thanks hunny... About an hour too late, but thanks.

So readers, are you sufficiently ready for the final outcome of Jellybean's gender?!? Have I gone on for long enough? (Did you really think I wasn't going to tell you?!?) Here goes: the radiologist comes in and takes a look at my belly with the ultrasound machine. Basically, she goes zip-zip with it and she says, within about 4 minutes, "Nope. That's no umbilical cord. You are having a boy! Look - there's his testicles!" Wha?!? A boy! I'm having a boy!!!

We went through the gambit Wednesday, but I'm thrilled! I was going to be happy about which ever gender Jellybean turned out to be, but honestly, Tim is right! If you read the post below, you'll know what I am talking about... I want to still be the queen of my household. I want to be adored! And now that I'm having a little boy, I am going to be adored by two men! How could it get much better than that?

And as a side note, my friend Christie is really happy about the outcome of today. Because now, her new baby daughter Julianne will have an eligible future prince charming. And our kingdoms will unite. (Or something like that!)

How about you, reader? Did you guess right?